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"Asshole." She huffed, grabbing his arm and succesfully dragging him a whole six inches toward the bed, afterwards falling flat on her ass. "Fuck-" she glared at him, getting a bit flustered. She could always poke him half to death. Or to death. Either would work. Edited at June 16, 2023 10:07 PM by Widow Valley Farms
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He immediately went limp as she grabbed his arm to drag him. He grinned and scooted back onto the blanket. "Get in bed." He said, standing up to turn the light off. "If you don't I will pick you up and put you in the bed."
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"No. I shan't. I simply refuse." She grabbed her blanket and set up camp right beside him, flopping on her side with her back to him. "Good night, you stubborn mule."
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He rolled his eyes and promptly *p*icked her up and put her on the bed. "I can do this allll night."
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She wrapped her arms around his neck and refused to let go of him, clutching onto him tightly. "Listen, we're both adults here. We're mature. Ish." She said, while stubbornly clinging to him like a baby koala because he wouldn't do what she wanted. "Its a big bed. You can sleep on that side and I can sleep on this side. See? Compromise!" Edited at June 16, 2023 10:34 PM by Widow Valley Farms
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He leaned back onto the bed with his knuckles into the mattress. "We're so, so mature." He narrowed his eyes. She was basically hugging him with malicious intent. He didn't even know such a thing could cross his mind. "Or, or, you just go to sleep and let me have the floor. Why won't you let me?"
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"Because I want YOU to have the bed, but you want ME to have the bed, so you feel obligated to sleep on the floor, and heres the thing," She leaned closer to him. "I don't want you to sleep on the floor, dumbass."
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"I don't feel obligated to sleep on the floor. Hell I do it for fun sometimes." He rolled his eyes as she tightened her grip on him. "I don't see why you can't let me sleep on the floor."
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"Because. Now get in the bed, or I will annoy you to death so neither of us get any sleep." She let go of him and flicked him on the shoulder, walking off into the bathroom. She left the door open and began to braid her hair smoothly, pulling it over her shoulder as she continued to plait it.
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He huffed. "I'll get sleep if I'm dead. Or rest. Either way I win." He smiled. He moved off and sat down once she let go. He waited till she was out of the room to stretch because yknow sign of weakness or something. He just laid back on the foot of the bed and shut his eyes.
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